Fuck. Fight. Repeat. - L.H.
Alright, letâs do this.Â
I know itâs been a while, but Iâm gonna try and start writing more often. Feel free to let me know what you think and what you want to see! Inbox is always open :)
This isn't really based on much, just an idea Iâve had for a while
Warnings: drugs, alcohol and a few swear words
Summary: Y/N and Luke are exactly who they should be. Party crazed, in love with fame and each other. Their lives are a vicious cycle: Fuck. Fight. Repeat. But thatâs the way it should be, right?
My head was pounding. There were so many people in the room I could barely breathe. On my right, y/nâs doing a line. On my left, a sweaty body thuds onto the couch. Two seconds later, some groupieâs climbing on top of him. Sheâs never invited, but she always seems to find a way in. Iâve never seen her leave with the same guy twice. The musicâs thudding and itâs about to make my head explode. Thatâs when it hits me - this is my bandâs goddamn party and I donât know half the people here. Thatâs the price you pay for fame I guess. I need some air, I canât do this.
Just as Iâm about to get off the couch, y/n snaps me out of my daze.
âBabe. Baby. Over here. Luke? Luke! Oh my god, would you just pay attention to me for once!â
Right. This is my party. Iâm supposed to be into it. I have a gorgeous girl by my side and I can only seem to focus on anything but her.
âSorry baby, too many people here. What were you saying?â
âI was gonna suggest we get out of here but Iâm not sure I want to go anywhere with you if youâre just gonna be like that.â
âLike what princess?â
Oh no she did not. She knows how much I hate it when she does that. I get up, just to fuck with her of course. I wonât actually leave, I just need to get a bill out of my wallet for um.. reasons.Â
As if on cue, she gives me the most disappointed look in the world. I can only laugh - sheâs so predictable. I milk it for a couple more seconds, turning away from her for dramatic effect. I finally grab my wallet, pull out the bill I need and lean over to kiss her. Just a quick pec, not some PDA overload. Not yet at least.
When I pull away, sheâs caught on. Iâm in party mode. I sit back down and take my time rolling the bill into a little tube.Â
âCut me a couple lines, wonât you princess?â
She flashes me a grin, sheâs loving this.Â
Sheâs a bit of a perfectionist, so I know sheâll take her time making sure the lines are even. I take the time to loosen up. Our parties go hard until the sun comes up, so I know Iâll be here a while. I pour myself my first shot of the night - I told myself Iâd stay sober until 3am, but thereâs no time like the present, right? Besides, 1:30 isnât that far off from 3.
I glance over to y/n. She makes this scene so much more tolerable. The way her eyes look in the smoke-filled room makes her look so alive. It almost makes me forget how much Iâd rather be at home.Â
She snaps me out of my daze again. Sheâs got a little blow on her nose, but it only makes her look more enchanting - takes away from the illusion of perfection she tries so hard to maintain. I lean in to kiss her again, a little more intense this time. My hand gets tangled in her hair, and the other finds itâs way to the all too familiar crook of her neck. I almost forget I had lines waiting for me on the table - and who could blame me; sheâs irresistible.
âThank you, princess,â I say as I pull away.Â
I lean over the table and make y/nâs hard work vanish. I never understood why she was always so persistent about having neat lines. Itâll be gone within the minute anyways.Â
Now we wait. Just a few minutes until Iâm who she wants me to be. My hand slips around her body and rests itself on her waist, and my head falls back into the couch. No matter how much she pushes me to be this party animal I have absolutely no desire to be, I canât seem to walk away. Even when she screams, cries and tries to shove me out of the door, I stay. Without fail, we fuck the fight away in the morning and I go back to being wrapped around her finger.Â
Itâs kicking in now, little by little I feel the adrenaline rush begin. I down another shot and take in my surroundings one last time. Wonât be long until Iâm a drugged up mess. I move my hand off y/nâs waist and take her hand instead. This couch is getting boring. The conversations are so mundane and repetitive. I want to party.Â
I stand and pull her up with me. I keep her hand clutched tightly in mine and guide us to the bar. She gives me a few reassuring squeezes, she thinks it makes the pressure of appearances fade -Â âgrounds meâ she says. I think itâs bullshit, nothing could ever take that away, but I guess itâs nice to know sheâs there.Â
Weâve reached the bar, and the crowd of drunks waiting patiently for their next fix surrounding it parts instantly for us. Perks of being one of the hosts I guess. We walk up to the bartender. I try to avoid eye contact with the crowd, I know everyoneâs staring and I know y/nâs living for the attention.Â
âWhiskey smash for me and a vodka soda for the lady please.â I didnât even have to ask, we drink enough for me to know what sheâs in the mood for.Â
âHowâd you know?â y/nâs voice snaps me out of my thoughts yet again.Â
âLucky guess princessâ
She takes a seat and I follow suit. From there, we drink, we socialize, we smoke and we do a couple more lines. Okay fine maybe more than a couple. It all blurs together. Faces become one and I slowly become less and less aware of the words leaving my mouth.Â
Just as sheâs about to finish her 5th drink, I get up behind her and wrap my hands around y/n. I kiss the bottom of her neck and slowly make my way up to her ear. When I feel her earring hit my cheek, I bite her ear gently.Â
âReady to get out of here princess?â I whisper into her ear. I go back to kissing her neck while I wait for an answer.
She moans softly and tilts her neck to give me easier access.
âYou done being boring baby?âÂ
That actually gets me to laugh a little.
âCome on letâs get out of here. Iâm dying to see whatâs under that little dress of yours. You know what seeing you in red does to me, princess. Iâm almost certain you wore it just to tease me. I need you baby.â
That seems to do the trick. Suddenly, y/nâs on her feet and more eager to leave than Iâve ever seen her. She barely stops to say goodbye to the guys and her friends. I already know it's going to be a wild night.Â
The drugs are fading, and Iâm mentally preparing to begin the cycle.
Itâs the same every damn time, but I canât resist. She has a hold on me, and she knows it.Â
As we walk outside into the blinding flash of the cameras, I know exactly where the nightâs headed.Â
We get in the cab and head home. I can barely keep my hands off of her, she just looks so damn good.Â
Leading her into the bedroom, I know what my fate is, and I love it.
I basically tear her dress off her body. I canât contain myself much longer.
Itâs always the same damn thing, but I canât ever seem to get enough. I need my fix, and she needs hers.Â
And so the cycle begins.Â
Again, let me know what you guys think! Iâll write a part 2 if you guys want it, I have so many ideas for where this could go.Â
Masterlist is here if you wanted to read some more! I know some of the links donât work and thatâs because theyâve been taken down. Iâm working on appealing them right now.Â